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After the memorial service in the Marion Mennonite Church Cemetery the immediate family left cousins and friends to fulfill the wish of my brother that his ashes be scattered on the rocks of Pennsylvania. Trusting Kyle, we followed him as he traveled toward the mountains, and turned off on an unpaved road leading into a forest.
After what seemed like a long drive, we finally came to a parking place and the beginning of a trail. It was not a steep path, but it was rocky with beautiful green moss between rocks and lichens clinging to bark. It was challenging for women with heels and the old man with a cane.
This old man hopes that he never forgets the strengths he felt in Emma’s young hand and arm as she gently led him up the path to the rocks. (Nora was the photographer.} The effort was rewarded with the sight of huge boulders and a deep crevasse. Kyle had kept his promise.
We quietly left the boulders, knowing that what we had done was to John’s liking. As we walked toward the setting sun we listened with sad joy to John’s favorite song, “I did it my Way,” sung by Frank Sinatra.
I still have eighteen copies of John’s book “ME, Musings of a Dirty Old Man” which he self published and gave many away. I will send a copy to any one who makes a donation through paypal to cover cost of shipping.